Slim Thug

(feat. Pharrell Williams)
[Verse: Slim Thug]
Late night see me post up, Boss Hogg soldier
Glock in my holsta ready to fucking smoke something
In the big Bentley Sedan, no chauffeur
Riding on spinners and they rolling like a coaster
Young and successful, I belong on Oprah
I sell that shit to step with the cobra
Hustling and thugging till my life is over
Houston, we have a problem..
[Chorus x4: Pharrell Williams]
Problematic nigga, problematic nigga
Problematic nigga, problematic nigga
[Verse: Slim Thug]
Houston we have a problem by the name of Slim
And yeah we had a few problems but none like him
I saw some come, but none got the job done like him
I know some hustlers but I aint seen one like him
Start static, watch how quick I click the automatic
Ratta-tat-tat-tatted till you haters been haded
I started out above average, class mates get your grades up
I cant be stopped, youre in my spot, you got to raise up
Im getting blazed up, with the flows or .44s
Im here to win case closed, which ever weapon you chose
Niggaz dont want a piece of me, I do this shit so easily
Hell yall done let Pharrell bring out the beast in me
Its bout to get ugly, first nigga mug me
Im a hit em wit some slugs, have em looking bloody
If you scared call the motherfucking laws!
You niggaz dont want it wit me and my Hoggs
We got a problem!
[Chorus]
[Verse: Slim Thug]
What you boys gon do, when them Blue Boyz come through
And them blue toys for you, pointing them toys at you
When the noise is through, theyll be no more hating
I send haters to Satan, they cant shake what Im baking
They cant take what Im making, the po po get to quaking
Aint no mistaking, I make these haters meet they make and
Im here to seize the nation, waving our guns and badge
So get down on the floor and up your drugs and cash
Ladies pass your bags, gon pass your stash
Move fast, all good samaritans get blast
First smart ass try to inform 911
First class on a nonstop flight to heaven
Twenty four / seven, three sixty-five
Im on my job like the mob till the day I die
If you scared call the motherfucking laws!
You niggaz dont want it wit me and my Hoggs
We got a problem!
[Chorus]
[Verse: Slim Thug]
Im problematic cause nigga I gotta have it
Im a Hogg so Im taking every shot I got at it
These streets is mine, we can beef, thats fine
Better respect my mind, get out line ya dying
Im a soldier, I told ya, dont make a nigga fold ya
Roll ya like a roller, blow you like some doja
Dont want problems, but Im quick to solve em
Five deep but an ouncell have somebody revolve em
Niggaz got it fucked up, bout to get bucked up
Make me pull that truck up, have you niggaz stuck up
I been here for years, I aint just up in luck up
Nigga Im a hustler, I been putting bucks up
I drive a car thatll make ya put your trucks up
We some Gs, we aint fucking wit no suckas
We untouchable, these niggaz cant touch us
Houston, we have a problem..
[Chorus]
[ Problematic Lyrics ]